A few days ago, I happened to have a conversation with the first-guy-I-ever-fell-in-love-with after a really long time. When, out of the blue, he asked me if I still wrote poetry. I was surprised that he happened to remember that. And he was surprised when I told him that I had stopped writing.
There are times when you have epiphanies. And there are times when fate chips in to boost your morale. That, for me, was both. To write something and to be remembered for it- isn’t that what every artist wants? And to quote Neil Gaiman –
“Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all the other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do.
Make good art.
I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it’s all been done before? Make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, and eventually time will take the sting away, but that doesn’t matter. Do what only you do best. Make good art.
Make it on the good days too.
And Fifthly, while you are at it, make your art. Do the stuff that only you can do.”
I might not be a writer, but I am an artist any day.